Goody Goody Diner
5900 Natural Bridge Ave.
St. Louis, MO
Ahh, breakfast.
Nothing awakens the senses like that first meal of the day.
The rising sun streaming through the kitchen blinds.
The sounds of birds chirping through an open window.
The smell of fresh coffee brewing.
A gigantic omelet filled with potatoes, onions, and peppers, smothered in chili and melted cheese.
Nothing says “good morning” in the city of St. Louis like a hearty chili ladled on top of a monster stuffed omelet.
In most parts of this city, this kind of breakfast is known as “a slinger.”
Here at Goody, Goody Diner they call it “The Wilbur.”
But no matter what you call it, no trip to St. Louis is complete without devouring at least one chili-smothered omelet.
As if this over-sized plate full of protein, carbs and chili wasn’t enough, my Wilbur came with the largest biscuit and bowl of grits you’ll ever see.
Huge, fluffy and steamy, it was biscuit perfection.
Their bowl of grits was first class all the way too. None of that runny crap you get at chain restaurants. This thick, rib-sticking hominy came in big clumps with every forkful.
Following my “too much is never enough” philosophy, I ordered three sausage patties on the side. You can never have too much meat, right?
It was a good choice. Well-seasoned and juicy, this was four-star homemade sausage and went perfectly with my chili omelet.
Goody, Goody Diner knows what they are doing. First of all, they’ve been around since 1948.
And the place was packed – at 10:45am on a Wednesday.
Friendly service from the waitresses, who seemed to know every customer in the place, made even a proud traveler like me feel welcome.
Always in a hurry, I scarfed down a week’s worth of calories in 20 minutes and made a mad dash for the airport.
Such is life on the road.
But sometimes a giant mound of chili on top of a giant omelet at the counter of a mid-western culinary landmark makes it not so bad.
Rating: Bought the Shirt!
